My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 254

Chapter 254: A suspicious figure in the office (Part €“ 2) Chapter 254: A suspicious figure in the office (Part €“ 2) Ava’s lips curled into a small, almost triumphant smile.

Her reaction only fueled Dylan’s confusion.

“You are smiling,” Dylan snapped, irritated.

“Are you serious?

That woman is stealing confidential information, and you are sitting here grinning like it’s some kind of joke!

What the hell is wrong with you?” Her expression was calm despite the tension in the room.

“Because I knew this was going to happen,” she said with quiet confidence.

Dylan blinked, taken aback.

“I left that file there on purpose and didn’t lock the drawer deliberately.

I wanted to bait whoever was after the documents and catch them in the act.

Now we have proof.” Her composed explanation left him speechless momentarily.

“You’re saying this was all planned?” He arched an eyebrow.

Ava nodded.

“Exactly.

The documents in that file are decoys.

They are fake-completely useless.

But now we know someone is trying to steal from us.” Dylan’s irritation softened into grudging admiration.

“Alright.

If this is part of your grand plan, then I’ll play along.

I’ll check the surveillance footage from the lobby and find out who this woman is.

But you need to explain everything to me.” Ava met his eyes with unwavering confidence.

“Fine.

But first, let’s find out who we’re dealing with.” Without wasting another second, Dylan phoned Justin, and the call was connected in a few rings.

“Hey, Justin, where are you?” Dylan asked urgently.

“Wherever you are and whatever you are doing, drop it immediately.

I need you to get to the office right now and check the surveillance footage from the lobby.

Find out who snuck into Ava’s office last night after she left.” “What is going on?” Justin asked, picking up on Dylan’s intensity.

“Just go.

I’ll explain everything later.

This is urgent.” “Got it.

I’m on my way.

I’ll call you as soon as I find something.” Ending the call, Dylan turned to Ava, who was still engrossed in her phone.

“Care to tell me what you are doing?” He had instructed her to be careful, especially with the confidential documents, but she had expressed the utmost carelessness by leaving her drawer unlocked.

He was a bit annoyed with her.

Ava’s lips curved into a knowing smirk.

“I was thinking of catching a thief,” she said coolly.

“And it seems the thief couldn’t resist sneaking into my office the moment I left.” “What do you mean by that?” “I had a feeling someone would try to steal the bidding documents,” Ava explained.

“So I left fake documents in the drawer on purpose.

I wanted to see who would take the bait.” Her calculated move was beginning to make sense, and his earlier annoyance started to fade.

“I knew Erica wouldn’t stop trying to sabotage me, slander me, and humiliate me,” Ava continued.

“I knew she’d definitely try to steal the documents and trade them to Luke.

But I wanted to defeat her in her game.” Dylan immediately recalled his conversation with Justin in the morning.

Luke had paid Erica one billion.

It turned out that Erica had sold the stolen bidding details to Luke for an astronomical amount of money.

“But don’t worry €“ The final report is safe,” Ava said firmly, breaking into his thoughts.

“The file she stole is worthless.” Dylan was impressed a flicker of admiration in his gaze.

“Impressive.

You lured them into a trap.” “I don’t let anyone who crosses me walk away unscathed.

Erica will regret this.” “Of course.” Dylan stepped closer, his tone reassuring but deadly serious.

“And so will everyone involved.

This won’t go unpunished.

Do you suspect anyone else?” Ava shrugged.

“I’m not sure yet, but I want to find out.

Let’s head to the office and unmask the traitor together.” “No, not right now.” Dylan waggled his finger, his mind already ticking through plans.

“Why?

What are you waiting for?” She couldn’t understand why he would hesitate now when they had the thief in their grasp.

“We caught her.

We can make her confess and reveal who she is working for.” “There is no fun in punishing them just yet,” he said with a smirk.

“I want to see the defeated look of the Bakers.” Ava squinted at him, processing his words.

Dylan then explained everything-the one billion dollars Luke had sent Erica.

“I am sure she sold the bidding details to him.

The Bakers might be celebrating now, thinking they have won, but they don’t know they have been played.

I want to see Elijah Baker’s face when he realizes the documents he paid for are worthless.” The corners of his lips twitched, clearly relishing the idea of watching the Bakers squirm.

“You are truly a capitalist,” she teased, but there was an edge of admiration in her voice.

Dylan shot her a mischievous glance.

“You are no less devious yourself.” He tugged her hand gently, pulling her toward him with a sudden motion.

Ava twisted her body, trying to break free of his hold.

But Dylan’s grip was firm, and he held her close, not giving her the space to pull away.

She sighed and stopped struggling, her eyes locking with his.

“I need to go to work.

Let me go.” “The doctor said I need five days of rest,” he reminded her.

“I’m still weak, and I need you here with me.

You wouldn’t want me to get lonely, would you?” “Weak?

Really?” She scoffed sarcastically.

“I didn’t see your weakness last night.” She said that because he had gone out the day before and had spicy food.

But Dylan took her words in a different light.

“So you enjoyed it last night,” he drawled, his fingers moving up her arm.

Ava instantly regretted her words.

“You are getting me wrong.

I wasn’t talking about that.” “Ava, I know your heart, no matter how many times you refuse to accept it.

I know you still love me.

Your anger, jealousy, and the longing in your eyes €“ all confessed your feelings for me.

And your body wants me.” He dragged his fingers to her shoulder and then down to her cleavage.

Ava’s breathing hitched, and she grabbed his hand instinctively.

He held her gaze, drinking in her beauty.

“I saw it in your eyes,” he murmured.

Ava was also lost in his dreamy eyes, her stomach fluttering.

“What?” “The nostalgia, the ache for me,” he whispered, leaning over to her, his lips inches away from hers.

The closeness of him made her breathing come in short gasps, her eyes moving down to his lips.

Her toes curled as a fresh wave of desire hit her, overwhelming her senses.

“Don’t hold it back,” he whispered.

“You want me.

I can feel it.” Ava swallowed and forced down her burning desire.

“You are wrong.

Last night, I was drunk.

I wasn’t thinking straight.” She broke free from his hold and turned to walk away.

But Dylan was not about to let her go so easily.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, his grip firm but gentle.

“Is that so?” He pulled her hair back from her shoulder and leaned down, leaving a trail of kisses on her bare skin.

“Tell me: you don’t feel anything.”